Let’s wake the dead girls with long hair, she said, and we did, and we braided their hair. Let’s take them to the church picnic, she said, and we did, and they lost the three-legged race, the wheelbarrow race, and the balloon toss. But they won the staring contest. Let’s send them to school, she said, and we did, but they didn’t fit in. Let’s make them new coffins, she said, and we did, and they fit, so we nailed shut the lids.